recollection

Bored to death here sitting alone in this two room campus apartment of UNITEN accompanied by a majorly slow internet connection lap top made me miss the somewhat fast connection in the states even more.the states.generally, i miss fulton NY. the thought that I was going to miss them as much as I am never even crossed my mind while i was spending my last days there.25th of june came a wee bit too fast.there were no formal goodbyes.no appropriate farewells that would've only been fair for all those close bonds I have materialized during te course of my stay in Fulton, NY.A short stay. A drastic end to what I have deemed close to my self, to what i have taken to be probably the most memorable and meaningful times of my life. i didnt even get to see the tae kwon do master. the master of which i have grew close to. it seems that most people that i have made contact with directly during my stay there, turned out emotionally latched to me at least at the slightest feel if not, rooted in.nevertheless, i am now feeling my part.too bad that its only after a one month return from a place that is almost 20 hours of 750mph of flying away.there are no ways that i can see at the moment that would permit me to return back to the shabby, messed up, to use the local term, and downright the worse place in the whole of the united states as put by its own local persons, city of Fulton, New York.

Master Merritt of whom I only first talked to on the phone just a day before i actually met him. Formally he introduced himself to yet another eager student (only good knows what he had in mind when he saw me that day). Not exactly a date keeper myself i could not really state the time and day of which all these occasions took place in my brief history in new york. but started off no more than a new student meeting his new taekwondo instructor, we grew very close together as time passes on and just about four months later Master Tom Merritt presented me with my black belt. The days of which i would only come to class at 5 and leave at 6 were replaced by my uncountable visits to the martial art center at every chance i was permitted to go.that is to say, most of the day of everyday. days were then seeing me and master merritt and our friends having barbecues at the back yard, fishing in the middle of the night at the camp ground, in his house witnessing his arguments with his it mother who doesn't really seem to be treating him the way he wants her to.at least, to his favor. it was these days that i miss the most where we would simply come to class hours earlier and just chatted the hours away. days where me and my master instructor, more of a father to me than anyone else there, would run the bridges. sweating under the scorching hot june sun running accross the flow of traffic saying Hello to passerbys and from passerbys to us. me and him in the car, driving to mcdonalds after our good run. like master merritt said it, "after all that exercise and running- now dont forget my sundae.chocolate fudge please". sitting in that mcdonald that day was when i learned more and more about my saebuhnim.

Now, one of his best students in that dojang i felt a sense of lose thinking that it may take a while before i can ever return.and god knows how things are gonna be then. Just after that, I had to leave and without even saying goodbye to him in person, i left fulton just if i'm not mistaken, two days after my high school graduation day.

Geno, Angelica, Sydney, Kenny, Katie, Brandon,Sarah, Chris,Melanie,Paige..did i miss anyone out?of course i did!there are loads more i cant even type them all here.they too, was left there with nothing but a mere goodbye and a wave.even none to some.oh.. the pain..